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Transmutasie. (Terugblik) deur geweekte oë, lig my terugblik na oombklikke moeilik om te sluk flitse uit ñ “ Steven king roman “ vryf giggel-grillerig aan ñ traan oor my wang drogbeelde draf koggellend spottend om-en-om al h u p p e l l e n d herhinneringe vat-vat aan my gesonde sin geslote hart weet ek,  ek-is-die-Here-sin gebroke kind nou wen-vrou transmutasie soos ñ skoenlapper se transformasie weet ek, ek is nog nie klaar nie stuk-stuk bou aan beeld en eer staande staan in trots en trotseer weerlose verloorder nou formeerder van hoop verminder na hoop vermeerder Here (h i e r  i s  s y) ,  U kind die (getransformeerde).
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Limerence. for my dear, patient, loving husband. Unfalible, enduring, undefeated, Persistent, Words that would describe, A love that a man refused to hide, Patiently waiting, Wanting, longing... For her eyes to once again gaze upon him Lovingly. Believing, Even though days became months, Months became years, Holding onto the memory of a once perfect Love, "Limerence" On wings of heaven send blessing, Her eyes now again gaze upon him, A light of forgiveness shining, The light of love shining again. How deeply precious it is, The mere thought ... His every heartbeat beats to love and adore her, His every breath a sigh of thanks, For he gets to spend another day holding her Heart in his hand, How his love flows through her veins, Strengthening her very core, Healing, empowering powerful love. The love of her man. She hugs the wonderful emotion, Keeps it close to her heart, Hears God whisper.... Embrace what is given, Hold it dear

Loud Whisper

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Loud Whisper. wide -eyed, teary-eyed which tear was counted every time i cried heartless or just thoughtless? I'd like to scream i'd like to shout only a whisper slips out can't go back to the girl I was past scatttered like broken glass how ever so haunting the reflection of the  girl I use to be. I'd like to scream i'd like to shout only a whisper slips out can't go back to the girl I was past scatttered like broken glass copyright:  Bernadette Barnardt

Verlore

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Teen gewese vrese, Veg my sielswese, In oë van, Troebeling stuur Jou woede woorde, My veg gees, Weg oorval met, Hartseer en pyn, Wanneer my vrou wees, Stukkend Lê, En vriende met, Duiwelse maskers, Twee gesig, Lek met honger tonge, ek my gesig, Verberg teen leuens, My hart swaar, En my donkerte, smag NA lig, Asseblief Vader, Sê dis nie alles, Net ñ klug, Wanneer my, Aangehegde sintuig, Skanse ruik, Skaduwees van, Verskuilde waarheid, Versteek agter Prag pilare, En ek U aanroep, En U vra, Om namens my te veg, Vriendelike vyande, Steel my sielslig, Mag U arms, My toevou, My gees oplig Teen veilige afstand Slapend neerlê, Goue huweliks band, Nou in dowwe toestand, As U getrou, Ons weer styf Teen mekaar omvou, verbind met U liefde, U sekerheid, U genade, Abba, abba, Vader, Ek in danks gebed, Deur trane, Dankbaar omhoog Gooi my hande, Dankbaar vir ñ Ma
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Skemer se naggodin. deur skrefies oë loer skemer vir ñ laaste keer, wik, wik lê hy eenkant toe onderwyl die maan misterie uitblaas saam blink oogsterre, strek oranje-pienk arms  uit op die horison, die naggodin gly sorgeloos kaalvoet, op ñ betowerende melkweg, terwyl sy sterre oral op pikswart naghemel hang,  giggelend blaas sy verskietende sterre, haar nagkus aan sjarmante skemer, blosend pienk-oranje sy antwoord knipoog sy laaste vaarwel as sy arms op ster s k i t t e r e n d e swart horison verdwyn, haar betowerende swart satyn bedek liefderyk ñ blink nag hemel, eensaam sing ñ nagtegaal die soete s o n n e t van ñ liefde wat net skemer en naggodin het. Kopiereg:  Bernadette Barnardt.
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Fighting inside out. ( mental awareness month) angry voices keep screaming am I awake or am I dreaming, these dark thoughts living torture dark liquid my only friend where are the ones suppose to nurture, cutting deep into warm skin trying to set free darkness from within, no light to save me only demonic fearing dark shadows hiding in my broken soul, I paint a fake smile the only way to get away from questioning eyes when phrases of -I am fine- turns out as how many times I lied, cuts proof of loud smothered cries proof of my war behind my closed door fighting inside out invisible faces only I can see fears and nightmares crawling underneath my caged bed, thoughts of insanity, questions to her dark eyes hiding inside me; - is this only in my head?- covering my ears pitched screaming leaving me scared am I better off dead? tired of a never ending (war) as I cut deeper trying to silence her tor